, this young man showed himself how to see through the scam in high spirits, with a confident and energetic face. He really liked it at the time.
However, it is such a beautiful, proud, proud face, and now there is only a pale cold sweat.
He shouldn't lie to Cheng Lan, no matter what, he shouldn't lie to her.
Li Langyu bit his lip and urged himself not to shout, this was his last bottom line. Cheng Hanliang carried him to the writing table, and the irrelevant items were swept to the ground, freeing up a space. He untied the rope on Li Langyu's body, grabbed the slippery waist, and continued to attack. From beginning to end, it was a cold look.
Li Langyu was trembling, his lips were trembling, and blood was dripping from the lips that were bitten by his teeth. His eyes were dizzy, and there was a large white light and black light in front of him, and his body changed from the initial pain to numbness and cold.
The top of the house is painted with Western flowers on the top of the wall, and the colors are dignified and traditional. However, Li Langyu felt that the patterns were messy, and they kept spinning in front of his eyes, as if there was no end.
In this confusion of true and false consciousness, he suddenly saw a piece of calligraphy hanging on the wall. The pen was flying with dragons and snakes, and the flying ink was about to splash out. He looked at it, and his heart was numb. pain. It is the inscription of Liang Qichao.
How many years ago, it was still spring in Peiping, Shen Zhilan was embroidering magnolia flowers under the tree, Ajie Minghua helped twist the thread, Fu Pinghui made the red tassel silver spear in the center of the yard, he was learning Ouyang Xun's calligraphy, and he couldn't get the lead. When his father taught him to practice calligraphy, Fu Pinghui couldn't take him and asked him what he wanted to write. He had just memorized Liang Qichao's article the day before, and remembered a sentence in it, and he said, "I want to have a "sea of future". Fu Pinghui held his hand with a smile, picked up the pen and wrote, "Okay, our family's future is bright."
Spring is ten miles away, young China, the future is like the sea.
In 1929, the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, it was already spring.
You see, he still remembers.
Li Langyu touched his face casually, and when he touched it, there were actually a lot of hot tears, when did they flow. He didn't know it at all. He covered his eyes with his arms, but the annoying liquid kept coming out, and his mouth made a soft vibrato.
Cheng Hanliang suddenly stopped.
A touch of humanity finally appeared on his face, and he touched the arm, wanting to move away to see what was going on below, but in the end he didn't. He saw that the other party was shouting something in a low voice, so he leaned down and placed it next to Li Langyu's head.
What I heard was a string of trembling voices, shouting: "Dad... Dad... Dad..."
The shouting made him flustered, and in the end he kissed the other person's earlobe without realizing it, and kissed the salty and hot tears.
Two guards knocked on the door after the lunch break. There was no movement inside for a long time. It should be almost the same.
The ground was chaotic, scraps of confetti were everywhere, and the uncle lay on the ground with a dying breath, as if he had been taken out of life.
They just glanced at each other, not much surprised, standing tall and straight in military posture, with no expression on their faces. They reported to Cheng Hanliang meticulously, with a loud voice, Cheng Lan had been sent back to the main house, just took some sleeping pills, and the rest was fine.
Cheng Hanliang turned his back to them all the time, gave a simple "um", muffled, and didn't speak again.
After waiting for a long time, one of the guards asked, do you want to solve it
There are many meanings of solving, but here, there is only one.
Cheng Hanliang's eyes flickered, and he cast a slight slack on the bookshelf in front of him. Li Langyu was lying on the back of him. As long as he tilted his head slightly, he could see that he stiffened his neck and did not look back. The meaning of penetration, the pupils gradually narrowed, as slowly as the ebb tide, and finally became a little old ink stain in the center of the eyeball.
"Find a place and throw it away."
Finally, he said so.
Butler Zhang returned to Cheng's house in the evening, and it was raining. In fact, he could come back before noon, but the wealthy Shanghai businessman heard that he was from the fourth master of Cheng, so he left him to eat morning tea and brought some inventory. In the end, his heart is different from the north, not to mention that he is always fond of spicy food, and it is not easy to talk, so Hu Tianhaidi chatted with people to avoid embarrassment.
Entering the house now, he asked a girl, has the lady found it
"I found it, but my uncle didn't come back."
Looks like it's resolved. Is it still necessary to investigate the matter, although he thinks that there are no important clues.
Butler Zhang grabbed the felt hat in the palm of his hand, paced back and forth to think about it, and finally decided to find Cheng Hanliang.
Cheng Hanliang took out a lump from the drawer. It was the red jade brought back from Guangzhou. The color was bright and bright. He touched the sharp edges and corners and rubbed them again and again. The raw materials that have been removed from the regolith are all like this, and then sent to be polished and processed, but Cheng Hanliang prefers to collect the current kind of jade compared to those placed in the cabinet. It is sharp from beginning to end, although it is easy to break blood flow.
There are thousands of beautiful jades in the world, whether they are gorgeous and exquisite, or smooth and round, they are not the stubborn stone he wants.
This is what Butler Zhang saw when he came in. Cheng Hanliang retracted his thoughts and asked him what he could find. The voice was tired and seemed tired. Butler Zhang gave the wealthy businessman’s bottom line in 1510. After talking for a long time, he had nothing to do with Li Langyu. He just sponsored the study abroad program of the Central University, appeared in the local newspaper, and was also listed by “New Wave”. Magazine interviewed once. Well, when you have money, you want to make a name for yourself.
Cheng Hanliang propped his temples, and he didn't know if he was listening carefully. Butler Zhang poured him a cup of tea, and when he brought it over, he thought of something: "The boss's words don't seem to be fake, he really doesn't know Li Langyu, but he said The idea of sponsoring was suggested by one of his former aunts."
Cheng Hanliang held the handle of the cup in his mouth and took a sip without taking a sip. Butler Zhang saw that he was probably not interested, so he was ready to leave.
Just as he turned around, he suddenly heard Cheng Hanliang ask, "Who is that auntie?"
This question made him immediately recall, but he talked too much during the day, and he just mentioned this auntie casually, "He is from the north, his name is Bai... Bai, what is Bai." He remembered that the name was very delicate, as if Whether it was spring or autumn, I really can't remember things at this age.
Cheng Hanliang frowned and looked at him. Butler Zhang pondered hard, and suddenly his mind cleared, and he hurriedly said, "Bai Jingqiu!"
Hearing this name, Cheng Hanliang's expression froze, and the fingers holding the handle of the cup seemed to be stuck, and there was a sudden "crack" in his heart, as if the drum was shaking, a kind of throbbing that was about to come out running back and forth in his chest, piercing Into the flesh and blood, he sat up straight, his left hand gripped the stone tightly, and there was a rare surprise in his eyes, "Who?" His voice trembled.
"Bai Jingqiu." Butler Zhang thought he didn't hear clearly, and repeated it again.
Cheng Hanliang's body was shaken, and his dark pupils suddenly widened. Butler Zhang had never seen such a scene before. He wanted to ask worriedly, but before he could speak, Cheng Hanliang suddenly got up and walked out.
Everyone was frightened, lest they suffer, Cheng Fourth Master was furious one after another when he came back, but the young lady has already found it.
Butler Zhang walked out of the study, and after a while, he heard Li Hanliang roaring at the two guards in the hall: "Where are the people! Where the hell did you throw them to me!"
Chapter twenty one
When Li Langyu woke up, half of his body was immersed in the water, small pebbles stuck to his face, biting cold surged up from the soles of his feet, rushing up like a river, reaching out his hand was an ear scratcher.
His lips were dry and tight, and there were layers of cracked films around him, which was also pitiful. Fortunately, it was raining. The guards threw him from above and rolled him down the rocky slope to the bank of the river, where he left to fend for himself.
Li Langyu looked up and saw that the granite that could be seen everywhere was embedded in the soil, protruding from the piercing end. It doesn't seem far from the ground, but it's not a short distance either. He arched his body, climbed up slowly from the river, and then put his soles on the ground. He snorted and tried to stand up, but the moment he exerted his strength, the skeleton immediately found a soft and sour feeling, and he firmly landed on the ground.
Not dead, but tragic.
Li Langyu took a handful of soil, and his fingernails were filled with black mud. He swallowed a few breaths against the ground, each of which was a dam that was gaining momentum, waiting for the dam to burst. The increasingly urgent rain washed away the stains on his face, his vision was blurred, and many of the past were thrown open like a porcelain jar with the sound of rain, and his life was ripped apart by fragments.
He remembered that ugly memory again.
That was something that happened ten years ago during the escape.
Bai Jingqiu just lost her husband, and took him and Li Zhuyue to temporarily live in the shelter. More than 40 people huddled together in one room, from all over the world, from three religions and nine streams, fighting hooligans, with an incomprehensible local accent, and the smell of hot sweat. a condensed small society. In those six months, Li Langyu rarely talked to anyone, and everyone looked cold and cold. At night, afraid that Aunt Bai would find out, she silently hid under the quilt and cried, crying into her dreams, and then she went home.
The shelters are crowded with messy people, and the slightest temperature in the weather can bring about various diseases. Li Zhuyue had a high fever, which persisted for a long time, and Li Langyu also caught a cold. While there was a war outside, medicines were scarce, and prices had risen sharply, making money a little tight for a while. At first, they borrowed money from the surrounding area, but the refugees said that you are rich people from the north, and the clothes you wear are obviously different from those of the rest of the world, so you have no right to cry poor. Bai Jingqiu couldn't do anything, so she took out everything she could and took Li Langyu to the pawnshop.
The pawnshop owner casually gave him a low price, and he didn't change it. Bai Jingqiu begged him, and he looked at it with his lustful eyes, his face smelled of genitals. Li Langyu stood aside and could see clearly.
Bai Jingqiu asked him to wait outside the door. This time, he waited from the hot sun to the sunset, and the sky was thin.